Three years. That's how long it's been since Marcus disappeared without a word, leaving me shattered and rebuilding myself from ashes. I'd made peace with the silence, convinced myself I was over him - until he walked back into my life like he owned it.

He's richer now. More powerful. More - everything. And the way he looks at me? Like he wants to devour me whole.

Marcus claims he had reasons for vanishing. That the past was complicated. That he never stopped thinking about me. But words are cheap, and I didn't survive three years of heartbreak by being naive. So when he offers me a position as his executive assistant - dangerously close proximity, loaded with tension - I accept with one goal: make him *feel* what I felt.

What I didn't plan for was the way he'd corner me in his penthouse office. The way his hands would burn against my skin. The way he'd f**k me with an intensity that erases every doubt, every scar, every moment we lost. Raw. Desperate. Like he's trying to reclaim what he threw away.

But revenge tastes like addiction when it comes with his mouth on my neck and his body making promises his words never kept. As we collide again and again - in shadowed corners, expensive sheets, moments stolen between boardroom meetings - I'm forced to confront an ugly truth:

I'm not punishing him.

I'm surrendering.